Zombie on the track
Uh
War ready
Like Boss Baby, I was born ready
I’m tryin’ to live a 100 years if the Lord let me
I know I’m sexy, but the money make you more sexy
But I’d rather create wealth, call me full sexy
I’m really in and out of banks, shoutout the boy Desi
No more bustdowns, I’m Plain Jane, all prezy
When I touchdown the same thing, all prezy
I’m talking presidential watches, presidential trucks
Goyard briefcases, presidential bucks
Four figure tabs for that prеsidential lunch
And of course, I’m well protеcted, always presidential clutch (Grr)
Man, I used to be a demon, Hennesseein
I used to never give a fuck and, man, I had my reasons
And I don’t say a lot, ’cause if I say it, I’ma mean it
Still loyal to the game, ’cause if I bang it, I’ma bleed it
This Red Lyfe, it’s Red Lyfe, it’s Red Lyfe
And if it ain’t red, it’s a dead life
Let me shh, ’cause the feds might (Say nothing)
The D’s bark, but the feds bite
But anyway, I’m just a taxpaying citizen
Rap dead, but this the shit I make a living in
I make money, because it boosts my adrenaline
So everytime I win again, I’ma win again
Everytime they count me out, I’m get it in
I had to conquer and divide to get a dividend
It’s about what you stand for and who you sitting with
He got a gun, they got a billion, I’d rather sit with them, real shit (Facts)
Fuck how they feel and how they felt
Play checkers for a check, play chess, create wealth
You can make money, but do your money make it self?
I ain’t changed for the money, I was changing for my health
‘Cause when it all…, when it all falls down, I got that Kanye mind state (What up Ye?)
I got a Brooklyn state of mind, I don’t shy away (Brooklyn)
Since a shorty with the .40, 5x the 8 (Grr)
Before OOOUUU, I was selling out the tri-state (That’s facts)
They still hate to give me credit, damn, for God’s sake
And the goal is to live good and die great (Die great)
That’s why we had to turn that hell into a holiday
Man, I used to be a demon, Hennesseein
I used to never give a fuck and, man, I had my reasons
And I don’t say a lot, ’cause if I say it, I’ma mean it
Still loyal to the game, ’cause if I bang it, I’ma bleed it
This Red Lyfe, it’s Red Lyfe, it’s Red Lyfe
And if it ain’t red, it’s a dead life
Let me shh, ’cause the feds might
The D’s bark, but the feds bite
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